Hi , my name is Nadia. I am turning 11 next July 4th,(the American
Independence Day).
I live in Mar del Plata, Republica Argentina.
This is what I do at school at breaktime. There are four
playgrounds : one is on top of the building,
the others are on the ground floor.( First floor).

The biggest playground is roofed, the others are outdoors. We have
a sandbox with some buckets
and rakes.It is for the younger kids.

My friends and I have got a basketball ground and a football
ground.
Then, we also play baseball.
We have a cool time at breaktime at school.

Love for you all.
Nadia.

Hi Friends,

I am Juan Ariel. I am 9 years old. I am from Argentina.

In my school there is a basketball ground and a football ground.
In another ground we play tag and hide- and- seek . There are no
swings in my school.
We have not got sliding boards or see- saws.
I think my school playground is not very interesting. Don't you
think
so?

It is a private school.I have a good time playing with my schoolmates.
There are three playgrounds in my school. One is roofed , for cold
or rainy days.
The other one is with no roof for warm and sunny days.
The third one is for the students of the Secondary School.

Hugs.
Juan Ariel
Republica Argentina.

Dear friends,

You see, I haven't got many things in my school playground but
I can tell you about
the floods in all Argentina.
There was a storm in my city, Mar del Plata. It has rained for five days
whitout stopping; a heavy rain, indeed!
It was terrible for us, specially for the people in poor towns, the floods
were terrible and the
owners of fields are very worried .
Yesterday a tornado almost arrived at our city and some parents took their
kids from school
and went home. But fortunately the tornado stopped on Mar Chiquita, a
place
near Mar del
Plata.
Today we didn't go to school because the day was terrible.
e-mail soon.

Ezequiel:-):-) :-):-)
Mar del Plata.

Pablo's thoughts about playgrounds and floods in Argentina...

In the playground of my Argentinean School there are dreams and
hopes.
At present, I can picture in my mind a huge merry- go - round
where education, ethics, insecurity
and water are whirling round us.

If I stop it , what would happen to my dreams and hopes? They
would go down the sliding board,
but I would grasp to a monkey cage because I do not want to
get drowned in the waters of our immense flood.
I have to scape from all this junk and go into the tunnels and
maybe, at the end of the hole I will see another reality, where
everything is perfect , but I think that is very far from here.

Dirty people of this country are playing on the seesaw ; but it
does not move , they are above cheating us with their feet on
the
ground and trying to leave people, good and working people, down
below in our flooded country.

They also play in the football field , treating us like a ball,
kicking us and on the other hand ,
in the basketball court they are bouncing us.
Perhaps, one of those bouncings could lift all the Argentinean
barefoot children who are with
their feet into the polluted water.